The hungry flames of the fire flew high, demolishing anything that dare place itself in its path. The screams of the citizens were deafening as Castiel witnessed the decent town turn to nothing but ashes and rubble. He watched the smoke rise higher and higher. His latest raid was a victory.

                           *******       
      
      Dean cursed himself for how terribly he had handled telling his brother of his new job. Sam had just been worried, Dean had no right to have snapped at him. Dean tried to push the thoughts of his brother down, he needed to be completely focused on his assignment.

      The day could not have started worse, he had all the symptoms of an illness, although not being inherently exposed to any form of sickness. His eyes itched and his chest had ached, on top of all that he noticed small burns lining his hands, it was as if he had been near a fire midspring. He held onto his grudge against his brother over last nights argument, he would only be gone roughly two months, a short voyage compared to many others the royal court usually choose to fund.

      He is grateful his brother is the more forgiving and level headed one of the family. All of his furry melted away when he had seen his brother waving him away as he sailed off, yelling their farewells to one another as Dean sailed away. The whole dispute, no matter how minor, could have been avoided if Dean had been able to muzzle his temper.

      Dean scolded himself for allowing his mind to wander from the mission at hand. He forced his thoughts to work on developing a plan. In order to kill someone you had to find them first.